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- And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
- And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls. Oh breathe not his Name.
- Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
- There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
- There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try! Little Man and Little Soul.
- Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I ‘ll taste the luxury of woe.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06